Arcadian Forest Party

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This was more work that he usually bothered to put in, Pan thought, especially here, at home, but everything was set.




At first glance, it appeared to be a forest clearing, beautiful and wild but nothing different than a hundred other clearings spread throughout the woods of the Arcadian mountains. But when you looked again, Pan thought, you saw something quite different. Hidden in the trees were a series of structures suspended in air, hung with ivy and dew, and through the mist-shrouded branches you could see the faint glow of light, and you could smell the scent of fire and food. There was the fire pit, a circle suspended in the arms of a large oak with a crackling golden fire, a roast, and bowls of marshmallows, chocolate and crackers waiting. There was the bar, stocked with a rich variety of wines and alcohols and staffed by two of the satyrs. And then there was the forest floor itself, bare now, but waiting for the dancing. On all sides of the floor, there were cushions on the low branches and benches of fallen logs, each accompanied with wooden buckets full of wine and beer bottles and glassed suspended with vine.

"Well," he said to Zaffre, currently wrapped around his neck, "I think we're ready." Pan flicked a leaf off his forest green turtleneck and looked around with approval before pausing. "We're almost ready," he corrected, and pulled his pan flute up to his lips.

The forest filled with music as he played, music that began as the mystical songs of the flute, but transformed as he let the instrument fall to his side - transformed into thrumming, sensual rhythms and intricate guitars that would encourage the party-goers to...well, Pan thought with a sharp grin, to be bad. Very bad.

"Let the games begin," Pan said.

[Notes: Everyone in fortuna_invicta is invited, the more the merrier in Pan's opinion. If anyone needs directions to the right section of the forest, let Pan know on the SWS post. Mingle! Get drunk! Stuff your face! Find a secluded tree and do naughty things! Pan approves highly of all these pursuits. Format = narrative third person, if you please!]

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[the_cupbearer]

"Pan," he greets, with a small smile that belies his age, thrown over his shoulder as casually as ever. "It has been long indeed since I have seen you."

The boy still half-purrs his words, voice low and sensual as it escapes perfect lips that fall into a gentle pout of their own accord, watching Pan's free hand. Ganymede is certainly no stranger to casual sex, especially among this crowd. "What have you been up to in the last seven hundred years?"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan smiles, his lips curving into a knife-sharp, flame-hot expression. "This and that," he murmurs, his voice low and smooth and directly against Ganymede's ear. "Lust and chaos. Music. Hunting. And you, beautiful?" he asked, flipping the marshmallow in his fingers to toast the other side as his other hand slid down Ganymede's slender thigh.

"Zeus doesn't care for my company on Olympus," he said. "I feel that I miss so much because of it."

[the_cupbearer]

He can't suppress a shiver at the warm hand molding the denim against his thigh as it slides down, making his breath pick up as he licks the last stray bit of marshmallow off his thumb.

"This and that," he echoes, but softer, leaning into the god behind him, completely unashamed to fit his back against Pan's front in an intimate embrace, his free hand reaching back to the curve of Pan's shoulder. "A winery, modeling. Properties to manage. A life," he says simply, eyes sliding closed. "I doubt you miss much from him."

The immortal doesn't quite manage to cover the discomfort when he speaks about Zeus. There is too much water under that bridge, as they say.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan slides around Ganymede, turning to face him as he pops the melting, charred marshmallow into his mouth and eats it. His other hand keeps Ganymede from escaping, as if the thought was even in his mind.

"All things that suit you," he murmured in a low purr. "All things that suit you exceptionally well. Especially the life part. Want some?" he asked innocently, extending his fingers.

[the_cupbearer]

He's very easy to manhandle, as it were, given he hasn't been able to ever really fill out from the way he was all those years ago at nineteen. He licks his lips as he watches Pan eat the marshmallow, eyes on the god's fingers as they reach towards him.

Without batting an eye he takes one digit into his mouth, sucking gently and sliding his teeth against the smooth skin to get the sticky sweet residue off, very aware of just how obscene it looks, and very uncaring.

"Would I ever not?" he asks, a little breathless as he lets the fingertip slide off his lips, now wet and glistening in the firelight. "I will not run away, Pan. You do not have to seduce me."

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan smiled, his eyes like twin sapphires framed by dark lashes and intent on Ganymede's lips and tongue. "Do I not?" he purred. "But seduction is such a fun game, Ganymede." He leaned forward, whispering again but against Ganymede's parted lips this time.

"The chase can be as worthwhile as the catch," he breathed out, and then slanted his lips over Ganymede's.

[the_cupbearer]

"You want to chase me?" he asks, kissing back and barely breathing out the words, hovering close enough that if one were to glance their way they might still be kissing. "Pretend I don't want this as much as you do?"

It was an interesting prospect.

"Perhaps I should let you."

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan laughed, his hands gliding over Ganymede's shirt and then under. "Pretend for me," he whispered as his fingers brushed over soft skin. "Pretend I have to convince you how good it'll be. Pretend I have to tell you how much I'll make you feel."

He pulled Ganymede against him and pressed a leg between the youth's, pressing upwards. "It'll be fun, Ganymede, I promise."

[the_cupbearer]

He let out a soft and not entirely faked moan at the knee pressing between his thighs, rising onto his toes as those hands slide under his shirt to find bare skin. "I know," he murmurs gently, head falling forward for a moment against Pan's shoulder before Ganymede's hands slide up as well, pushing away in pretended protest. Oh, he's played this game quite often, yes. He's good at acting the part of an unsure teen, which is exactly what people expect of him--unless they already know better.

"Will it feel good, you being inside me?" he asks, putting on the act and pulling his hips away as if trying to preserve virtue he gave up millennia ago, shy and almost convincingly virginal.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan laughed, running his teeth along Ganymede's jawline as he pulled him back. "You know it will," he purred. "You know I'll make you scream so loudly that it will echo around this party and everyone will know."

He shifted his hips against Ganymede's, and then his hands slid down to unfasten the tight denim. "And you won't care," he murmured as his hand slid inside.

[the_cupbearer]

"Tell me," he whispers, the hand down the front of his jeans drawing a not-entirely-faked gasp and shiver out of him. "Tell me what it will feel like, when you have your way with me, pressed against one of the trees..."

He shifted them back a half step, lip between his teeth as he watched Pan through his lashes, forever looking perfectly the part of an innocent boy caught in the spider's web. "You would make everyone listen, wouldn't you? To what you did to me, to the sounds you'd pull out of me while you fucked me." He can be vulgar, oh yes. He's gotten quite good at making a living off it, in a manner. From modeling to pornography was only one small, easy step when you never aged or got tired of sex.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"Like fire," Pan said as he wrapped his hand around Ganymede's cock and squeezed. "Like delicious, liquid fire melting your nerves and making you move against me. Making you beg," he whispered as he took Ganymede's mouth again and backed him up towards one of the trees.

"I'd let them listen," he purred as he stroked. "It would be a privilege to listen to every sound you made, every scream, every plea."

[the_cupbearer]

He bucks involuntarily into the god's hand with a gentle groan, rocking his hips up and against Pan as he moved with the maneuvering, back against one of the tall, old trees.

This was going to be good. "You'd make me come? While you were still buried in me, you'd make me release and scream your name out for everyone to hear it, and know exactly what we were doing..." Ganymede breathes, lips tracking down to Pan's neck, nipping at his pulse as his hands reach to frame the god's waist.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Pan's head tipped back as his thumb stroked over the head of Ganymede's cock. "I will do that," he said, and pushed down Ganymede's jeans before spinning him and pressing his face against the tree bark. "Right now, darling, if you don't mind."

He sucked his fingers into his mouth, slicking them, and then stroked one into Ganymede, leaning forward to bite at the nape of his neck.

[the_cupbearer]

He only stiffened for a moment when he was shoved into the tree, and turned his head to rest his cheek against the rough surface. The immortal knew better than to be tense when he felt those fingers stroking against him and sliding in, eliciting a strangled moan from his throat before it tightened.

"Mmm, yes," he hisses, hard already from the way Pan stroked him, one hand reaching and replacing the lost sensation, lazily moving as the chaos god stretched him.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan grinned against Ganymede's neck and slid a second finger inside, scissoring them as he licked his tongue across the nape. "Tell me what you want," he purred as he pressed his fingers inside and stroked. "The words, Ganymede."

[the_cupbearer]

"I want your cock in me," he whispers harshly. "I want you fuck me, Pan..."

His head bent forward as Ganymede felt a tongue on his neck, warm words blowing over the damp flesh as the god moved and spoke. He did want it, and he'd take it however it came, hard and rough and against a tree if that was how Pan wanted to give it. "Make me scream."

Clearly he's gotten less submissive in the time living as a mortal.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan's grin flashed and he slid his fingers free. "As you wish, Ganymede," he whispered, and he dropped his jeans before slipping his fingers into Ganymede's sleek hair and pulling his head back. "My name," he said in a sharp hiss. "I want to hear it."

And then he thrust inside, rough and hard, the sharp movement of his hips pushing Ganymede flush against the tree.

[the_cupbearer]

The combination of his head being jerked back and being entered so roughly makes his voice rise unexpectedly in volume and pitch as he yells Pan's name, fingers already curling against the bark of the tree, trying to find a piece to anchor to.

"Fuck, Pan," he moans, unable to quite keep still even after all these years; he's just too sensitive to the hormones that rush through his system, flooding his brain with pleasure. "Is it...me or have you gotten--anh--bigger?"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan laughed into Ganymede's ear. "Not that I noticed, beautiful," he whispered as he drew back and then slammed inside again. "But who am I to argue with your assessment?"

He moved sharply, hard and fast, slamming into Ganymede with each stroke, knowing that he could easily be leaving bruises and knowing that with this lover, that was exactly what he wanted.

[the_cupbearer]

He couldn't keep the moans in, not that he wanted to, and Ganymede responded beautifully to Pan's harsh thrusts, crying out in pleasure, pain, and a delicious combination of both.

"Yes! Oh, my god, my god, yes..." he pants, loud enough to most certainly be heard throughout the clearing; probably the forest beyond to a distance. "Harder, please!"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan's teeth were sharp on Ganymede's earlobe, and his hand slid around to wrap around Ganymede's cock and stroke it with rough, hard motions of his slender fingers as he moved deeper and harder. He took all of Ganymede with each thrust, and then pulled out to do it all over again.

"Scream," he whispered, and it was a command, harsh and insistent.

[the_cupbearer]

He could hardly refuse--Ganymede's scream rang out sharp and clear and colored with lust through the trees.

"Pan!" He wasn't there yet, wasn't ready to come, but the sensations of pleasure and unbelievable stimulation were drowning him already; every time Pan thrust in his breath caught and another moan was pulled out of him, making him shiver and buck against the solid form at his back.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Faster, harder, and fuck, Ganymede felt good, Pan thought as his hand stroked and he thrust into the boy with hard, punishing movements of his hip. "I want to feel you," he whispered, "coming around me. I want to feel you tightening, and hear you screaming, and watch you thrashing, and know that your release belongs to me."

Another hard, merciness stroke, and then Pan breathed words out. "Let go," he murmured.

[the_cupbearer]

His back arched, muscles tight and pulling him harshly as he panted, desperately trying to get closer, to feel more of Pan inside him; this position was wonderful, but he couldn't get as deep as Ganymede wanted him to be.

The cupbearer tightens, impossibly hot, around Pan's cock when he climaxes with a yell that turns into a broken and hitching moan, words spilling out of his mouth as orgasm takes over his mind to the exclusion of all else. He spilled over Pan's hand, coming hard as he shuddered.